The 1970s: Military Family Beauty

Jiang Dapeng was in a complicated mood: "I didn't even notice it."

Jiang Furong's tone was filled with grievance: "Tolerance has turned into submission, and I just accepted my fate. And you still think I'm the most obedient in the family."

It’s not that I don’t want to speak, nor is it that I haven’t resisted. It’s just that I was young and weak, and the consequence of resistance was even worse beatings and starvation.

On top of that, Jiang Dapeng, the family's backer, was also blindly tolerant and giving in. In this closed loop, where could the young Jiang Furong seek justice?

Who is born to be the good kid who endures hunger?

"I'll keep an eye on the Personnel Department." Jiang Dapeng didn't know how to comfort his daughter, so he made up for his guilt by promising to arrange a job for her.

Jiang Furong smiled: "Thank you, Dad!"

Although Jiang Dapeng's promise seemed like the compensation Jiang Furong got in exchange for deliberately expressing her grievances, Jiang Furong didn't want to correct it.

There is no injustice suffered in the world.

Some of the sufferings were something Jiang Furong had never experienced before, but after she spoke about them, she immediately felt relaxed and open-minded.

Only those who have no grievances in their hearts can live a good life in the future.

"Fish! I want to eat fish!" Little Baoying had been listening nearby. Suddenly, he slapped the small table and shouted happily, "I want to eat fish!"

It turns out that Xiao Baoying saw that the dumplings made by Jiang Dapeng were shaped like little fat fish.

Jiang Dapeng immediately went to boil water: "Okay, I'll cook you some fish dumplings."

Just after pouring half of the water into the small pot, Jiang Dapeng turned around and asked, "Are you two hungry too? I'll cook a few more and you two can eat too."

Jiang Furong immediately said she was hungry.

You can’t just appreciate your father’s care in your heart, you have to eat when you are supposed to, even if it’s just a bowl of soup.

Jiang Chaohui subconsciously shook his head and said he was not hungry. When he saw his sister said she wanted to eat, he immediately changed his mind and said, "Let me eat two to see how salty they are."

Jiang Dapeng said, "I'll cook it all in a big pot. Wait a moment, I'll go get some firewood."

"No need to burn firewood," Jiang Furong began to direct: "Dad, you continue making dumplings. Zhaohui, take out the pressure cooker, clean it, and fill it halfway with water."

Carrying firewood to burn on the stove will dirty your hands. There are only a dozen dumplings on the panel, not enough to cook. If Jiang Dapeng works alone, it will take a lot of time to wash his hands back and forth.

Children will not wait. When they are hungry, they will eat. When they are thirsty, they will drink. They will get rid of the three urgent needs immediately and will not wait even a moment.

It’s one thing to cook something and not eat it, but when you want to eat it and don’t get it immediately, you’ll scream.

The house is already a mess today, we can’t make it any more chaotic.

Jiang Zhaohui immediately went to the cupboard to get a pressure cooker.

"Cook dumplings in a pressure cooker? Won't they stick?" Jiang Dapeng couldn't imagine a pressure cooker making a pot of batter.

Jiang Chaohui turned around and looked at his sister, blinking and asking, "So are you going to take this pot or not?"

Jiang Furong only said the key words: "Use the pot, not the lid."

Jiang Dapeng suddenly realized: "That's a good idea, I didn't even think of it. Okay, let's use a pressure cooker."

He put down the small pot, made room for it, turned back to continue making dumplings, and confidently left the rest to his daughter.

Jiang Chaohui clumsily washed the pot and fetched water.

The water flowing out of the pipe was icy cold, and Jiang Chaohui accidentally spilled some on the ground.

Jiang Furong said to Xiao Baoying, "Look, this sister is already able to do things. Xiao Baoying should thank this sister when he eats the dumpling fish!"

"Thank you, sister." Xiao Baoying followed suit and learned it quite well.

Jiang Chaohui looked out the window and smiled secretly. The anxiety of being scolded and the fear of wanting to escape all drifted out of the window.

Soon, the water boiled. Jiang Zhaohui cooked while learning, and not a single dumpling skin was broken. He carefully asked for praise: "First time! Sister, they are all whole!"

Jiang Furong praised her sister: "The way you stand there cooking looks just like your aunt. You can tell at a glance that you are capable and good at cooking."

Jiang Zhaohui blushed with excitement: "Really?"

"Really!" Jiang Furong always praised those who were willing to cook. "The fried rice you made last time was even better than mine! Don't you know how good I am at cooking?"

Jiang Zhaohui thought of those dark dishes with strange seasonings and couldn't help but smile. He took the initiative to take a bowl of dumplings and share them with others: "Sister, Xiao Baoying has three, you have three, I have two, and there are five left in the pot. Dad, how many do you want to eat?"

Jiang Dapeng naturally didn't want to eat: "I don't need it, I'll wait for your grandma and aunt to come back."

Jiang Chaohui looked at Jiang Furong. There were still five dumplings in the pot. Logically, they were for Jiang Guoqing to eat, but she didn't dare to knock on the door or ask her father.

Jiang Furong knew that she was the best person to ask Jiang Guoqing to come out for dinner, but she planned to feed Xiao Baoying first.

What if Hu Xiuqing makes trouble again?

"You eat first, and then call Qingqing out after you're done. The dumplings in the pot will no longer be hot, and it will be just right for Qingqing to eat." Jiang Furong thought of an excuse that wasn't too bad.

Jiang Dapeng lowered his head, neither saying yes nor no, but continued to roll out the dough and make dumplings with his hands, as if he didn't hear anything.

Jiang Furong took it as Jiang Dapeng's tacit approval of her actions: "Zhaohui, eat quickly. After you finish eating, please help put these dumplings in the yard to freeze. We don't know when grandma and the others will be back."

But Jiang Dapeng had finished wrapping all the dumpling fillings, and Grandma Jiang and the others had not returned yet.

It was already past midnight, and the hospital should have been closed long ago! Jiang Dapeng was preoccupied, fidgeting as he rolled out the leftover dumpling dough into sheets and prepared to cook some noodles.

He was really worried. My mother hadn't come back for so long. Could it be that the examination had found something wrong? Why didn't Section Chief Zheng call to tell me?

Also, Hu Xiuqing had locked the bedroom door, and she and Qingqing had been staying inside, and they hadn't come out yet. Normally, Qingqing would have been hungry by now.

His coat and cotton hat were still hanging behind the bedroom door, so he couldn't go out even if he wanted to.

Jiang Furong coaxed little Baoying to sleep, and when she came out and saw Jiang Dapeng kneading the rolled noodles into dough again, she asked, "Dad, I'll ask Zhaohui to go to the hospital."

The hospital is not far away, it only takes seven or eight minutes to ride a bike there and back.

After she finished speaking, without waiting for Jiang Dapeng's consent, she directly ordered her sister to go out: "Zhaohui, go quickly and come back soon. As long as you see grandma and aunt are still in the hospital, just ask them when they can come back. We can talk about other things after they come back."

Just as Jiang Zhaohui was about to leave, Jiang Furong called her sister back: "Repeat what you are going to do."

"We went to the hospital to find grandma and asked if they could go and come back soon. No, we asked if they could go home quickly and not stay in the hospital. We were all waiting anxiously." Jiang Zhaohui repeated the story with exaggeration.

Jiang Furong was too lazy to correct him and gave the simplest instruction: "When you see grandma and aunt, ask them when they can come back."

Jiang Zhaohui recounted: "Ask grandma and aunt when they can come back."

"Go ahead!" Jiang Furong let him go.